Sex Retreat(95)
“Glad you’re home, Brock,” Ansley said. “You, too, Rory.”
“We’re glad to be home,” Brock said.
“Night, all!”
“Behave, little sister,” Trixie said, clicking the off button and eyeing her fellows suspiciously. “You two are up to something.”
“Good things come to those who wait,” Brock said, retrieving a dark silk scarf from his pocket and reaching around her head to secure the clip against her head.
Once Trixie was blindfolded, Brock lifted her from the bed. “Where are we going?”
“Change of scenery,” Rory told her.
Brock carried her a few feet away from the bedroom and entered another room in the house. “Where are we?”
“The guest room,” Brock replied, placing her on the satin sheets.
Trixie stroked the soft material and relaxed against a large square pillow. “Now what?”
“Now, we give you a dose of your own medicine,” Brock replied, dragging her nightshirt away from her body. “And don’t ever go to bed in this old thing again. Understand?”
“Oh yes, Sir,” she drawled.
Brock kissed her lips, forcing them to part with a thrust of tongue. Trixie shivered from the impact of his passionate kiss. When their lips parted, she kept her voice low when she asked, “Can I have one request?”
“As long as it’s reasonable,” Brock replied.
“Will you forego the nipple clamps? My breasts are too tender for vibrating tubes.”
“Rory? Any objections?”
“Damn,” he grumbled. “I wanted to see those things in use.”
“I really don’t like them,” she said, turning her head toward his voice. “I mean, I like them, but not right now. Pregnancy kind of makes a woman’s body sensitive to certain toys.”
“Bless her heart,” Brock said, stroking her hair.
“Don’t patronize me, Sir,” she snapped.
A hard slap came down against her bare mound. She jerked from the impact. “Ouch.”
“Is ‘ouch’ the best you have?” He patted her pussy again.
“Spank it,” she rasped, spreading her legs wider.
“My pleasure,” Brock said.
Trixie lay there awaiting another good swat. Instead of receiving another smack, she felt alone, completely abandoned.
She slowly lifted her hand to the blindfold and started to sneak a peek underneath. Immediately, Rory grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Oh no you don’t.”
Sucking her fingers between his lips, Rory snaked his tongue around her middle digit. Trixie breathed a heavy sigh, luxuriating in the feel of his lips drawing her finger inside the hot recess of his mouth.
At the same time, her legs were wrapped in silk material and secured to the bedposts. “How’s that?”
“Depends on what you plan to do now that you have me spread out like an eagle?”
“Impatient little thing aren’t ’cha?” Brock stroked her inner thigh with rough hands.
She scooted to the edge of the mattress. “Make yourself useful, Sir.”
Brock slapped her mound with some sort of flogger. The heavy leather straps burned her flesh and she bucked underneath the pressure, longing for another strike.
“More?”
“No.” Brock cupped her breast and raked his thumb over her nipple. “Be silent, vixen.”
“But—”
“No, buts, Trix,” Rory said. “We want you to lie there without saying a word.”
“I don’t think she can do it. We need to do something to guarantee our rules aren’t broken.”
“A headgear might do the trick,” Rory suggested.
“You’re not about to gag me.”
“Wanna bet?” Brock asked.
A few seconds passed in silence. The shuffling of feet made her nervous but nothing could’ve prepared her for the excitement they held in store when Rory bound her hands and Brock tucked a bit between her lips and secured the small headgear.
“Mmm,” she hummed.
“Too late, doll,” Rory said, tilting her chin up. “You asked for more. You wanted the lifestyle.”
Brock clucked. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”
Bound and gagged, Trixie felt positively sexy as she lay there trying to decipher positioning, what they might have had in mind.
Someone struck her pussy with the flogger again. She moaned in delight as the light strikes continued.
The head of a toy was stuffed inside her rectum. The rounded tip was cool and dripping with lubricant.
Her pussy clenched in anticipation as her body became an instrument for uninhibited sex. She rolled her hips forward, using the scarves around her wrists to bring her body forward.